Don't need no ivory liquid. Don't want no afro sheen. Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell clean. I've got my automotion, I've
Übersetzung: Bad Brains. Don `t Need It.
Don't need no ivory liquid, Don't want no Afro Sheen, Don't need the latest fashions, Don't want my hair to smell clean, I've got my automotion, I've
on it, girl, show him how you ride it Oh, killing softly and I'm still falling Still the one I need, I just wanna be with you Oh, you got me open, don't
is a G We could do it however, it don't matter to me We can do it right here, we can take it outside I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine I just
roll with my crew I'm tryin' stay over And just stay my ass in school Ain't many choices to choose And this rap game I can't refuse I wanna win don't
the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags? Talking What the fuck is it I don't know Nigga Don't let that
mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train 50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh? [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I don't
That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred
straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't
from the top of the building, I brick them... I could see it with my eyes right, it wasn't hustle, it's a pig that don't fly right? You got them like
the phone Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
your life. This is your life, don't break it, it's who you do it for, it's the pain and pleasure. This is your life, don't hide it, don't try to
love. I go crazy when you touch me and I'm over the top. Don't wanna fight it and I'm giving up, lips all ready to burn, don't need a doctor, nobody
tha rest; truth be told u'z a mess who loved tha playin games; rollercoaster wit my brain i'd cry myself to sleep cuz it hurt so bad im askin how could
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house